LITTLE lad, little lad, Where were you born? Far off in Lancashire, Under a thorn, Where they sup butter-milk With a ram's horn; And a pumpkin scoop'd With a yellow rim, Is the bonny bowl They breakfast in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ETUDES DE PLUSIERS PAYSAGES DE L' AME: 1 by HAYDEN CARRUTH SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |